Darkened, a part of me
listen's calm to a
melody coming from the
depth of me.
A solitude moment, a
memory passing by
like a dove in flight.
Waves flow from oceans
deep over feet worn
sore from walking paths
of confusion, lacking
knowledge, understanding
of life that blisters
through the soul of
man.
Eyes of trust stare in despair
through minds, drawn
by darkness closing doors
of what was once a reality.
Weakness crashes like welded
steel, melting hearts distorted
with torment and uncertainty.
Color me what you must, am
standing here like a newborn
babe, free at last.
Copyright ⓒ DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
Darkened, a part of me
listen's calm to a
melody coming from the
depth of me.
A solitude moment, a
memory passing by
like a dove in flight.
Waves flow from oceans
deep over feet worn
sore from walking paths
of confusion, lacking
knowledge, understanding
of life that blisters
through the soul of
man.
Eyes of trust stare in despair
through minds, drawn
by darkness closing doors
of what was once a reality.
Weakness crashes like welded
steel, melting hearts distorted
with torment and uncertainty.
Color me what you must, am
standing here like a newborn
babe, free at last.
Copyright ⓒ DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
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